I would love to see your depiction of Carcosa, and in particular The Yellow King (he who eats time) I imagine him as a fat giggly man-child with dead eyes and thin fingers, wearing a golden cloak over a hunched back, walking through the woods with a disturbing sort of grace.

Seems karma receives him as a wind and his true intentions cover him like armor that's... like cinnamon. Yikes, that's like pepper spray to those who wish against his presence, companionship, existence, breath...

This is a masterpiece of masterpieces. Elegantly painted and simply wonderful and extravagantly to the point. This piece is the theme of the title incarnate.Also, it's fun to come up with names like that, they tend to manifest themselves out of the expression of the piece :Þ